Dreamares

Chapter 18

May 12th

"Kahlil, I'm so sorry," I sighed.

"It's fine," He frowned.

I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't really know how to. Normally, he's the one who comforts me.

"It's not fine, Kahlil. He literally murdered your grandmother right in front of you. How is it fine?" I stated.

"It's not, it's just I wish I could have stopped it," sighed Kahlil.

"But if you would have stayed in front of her, you would be dead as well," I said.

"I wish I would have hidden her right when the door had fallen down. Maybe if I did that, she could be alive now," He sighed, his voice was shaking, his eyes were watery.

I placed my hand on top of his.

What was I supposed to do?

Teardrops swelled in his eyes, before flowing out of them like a river.

I squeezed his hand tightly as he was crying.

He didn't even look at me. Kahlil just stared out of the window, sobbing. 

Just hearing him sobbing made me upset. I've never seen him like this.

"I'm sorry," sobbed Kahlil, trying to wipe his tears.

"Why are you apologizing?" I questioned.

"I just shouldn't be crying over this," sighed Kahlil.

"You don't have to apologize for crying," I said.

He slapped his hand onto his forehead and cried some more.

I wanted to hug him, but I kept thinking about how awkward that would be.

All I could do was just watch him cry as I continued to hold his hand. The worst thing about him crying is that I can kind of relate.

That guy almost killed my dad. The only difference between me and Kahlil is that his grandmother is actually gone. My father is possibly alive. 

After a long debate in my head, I decided to lean in to hug him. Not a tight hug, one that feels like I'm barely hugging you.

Unexpectedly, he jumped and looked up at me. Kahlil wiped his tears with his arms.

He stared his dark brown eyes in mine. Slowly, he began leaning closer into me until I could feel his breath near my neck.

Was he about to kiss me? But why would he? Wasn't I the one that kissed him?

My heart was about to come out of my chest and explode.

I began to lean back until I couldn't anymore.

I opened the car door and leaned back until I fell out of the car, landing on my back.

I felt that sharp pain, I experienced this morning.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," said Kahlil.

"It's fine, but w-were you trying t-to kiss me?" I asked, stuttering. 

"Of course not, I just thought I saw something on your cheek, " said Kahlil.

"Well, we should talk about the kiss though. We can't keep ignoring it," I said, slowly. 

He sighed, as if he was nervous and then held out his hand to pull me up.

I got back into the car and closed the door.